Doudou's mouth twitched, and he showed them the cleanly scraped bowl.
"I'm done eating. No more for today."
Never mind, we weren’t full anyway.
Quanquan's angry little hands slapped the armrests of the baby chair, probably using all the strength from breastfeeding. The slight clicking sound startled the whole family and made them jump.
Jian Yuelan quickly left her seat and ran to the child, picked up his chubby little hand and looked at the baby chair.
Then she saw the cracks spreading like a spider web on the handrail.
Before everyone could react to what was happening, the little crybaby in the baby chair flew into the air and landed in Jian Yuelan's arms, and small pieces of wood began to fall from the armrest of the chair where he was originally sitting.
Looking at the small piece of wood on the ground and then at the armrest of the baby chair with an obvious chip, the whole family fell into silence.
Is this another kid who inherited Zhizhi’s great strength?
"Good evening, good evening. How many months did Doudou start to show his great strength?"
Father Jian stumbled and looked at the child with a dazed look in his eyes.
"About two or three months later than the circle."
In an instant, everyone looked at Jian Yuelan.
She couldn't help but take two steps back, then she realized that being naturally strong was a good thing and she didn't need to feel guilty.
Thinking of this, she kissed Quanquan's chubby face hard.
"Hey, son, congratulations on inheriting your mother's great strength."
Little Quanquan's chubby face was a little confused. He looked at his mother, then at his brothers, sisters, and grandparents. He probably realized that what his mother said was a good word, so he grinned and started laughing.
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